"Now, you've got to tell me everything," Kurt said, leaning forward over the table to better look at Santana, who was, as he still couldn't quite believe, apparently a Domme.
They should still have about half an hour before their respective partners would arrive for their double date, and Kurt was eager to learn everything there was to learn about Santana being in the scene—and how, for God's sake, he hadn't noticed anything before in all the time they'd known each other. He knew a little, but on the day they'd found out, he had been more concerned about Blaine's understandably fragile state of mind and less about Santana. So today, he was nearly bursting with curiosity.
"So today is the day we poke our noses deep into one another's personal matters, is it?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Absolutely. I need to know how I never noticed anything, and well, you, too."
It was hardly believable she hadn't noticed anything. Santana was a horribly nosy person who'd been known to go as far as to rifle through his and Rachel's personal belongings the week she had moved in with them. If she hadn't noticed, he was really doing something right.
"Well, princess, but you have such a pretty nose. Take care to not stick it too far into anything that's none of your business. It would be a pity if something happened to it," Santana threatened.
Kurt laughed. He was not too concerned about his facial features, even with Santana channeling a Mafia boss. "Spill," he ordered.
"Okay, fine. You remember Dani? Well, she was a Domme. Like, a lifestyle Domme, really into everything that went with it, and I...well, I was really in love with her, and so I agreed to be her sub."
Kurt had made the mistake of taking a sip of his drink when she said that, and nearly choked on it now. Santana, a sub? If anyone could be a worse sub than he himself, it must be her.
She grinned when she noticed his reaction. "Now it might be hard to see, but I'm not really the submissive type. I tried, and she tried to teach me, but in the end we had to admit it wouldn't work. And since all that stuff was non-negotiable for her, it was also the end of our relationship. But."
She looked at him, challenge in her eyes. "I really liked the things we did in bed."
Kurt felt himself blush, and hated it. He had thought to have outgrown his inner baby penguin, but with some things...
"So I came back to the club she had introduced me to. We parted on friendly terms, so it didn't suck too bad, and...well. I learned how it is to be on the other side, so to speak. I liked it better there."
She looked at him and shrugged, almost shy all of a sudden.
"We're not the way you and Blaine are, Brit and I. I'm not really her Domme. She doesn't call me mistress or anything like it. We just do...bed stuff. And, well, I...try to look out for her. Her mind works differently from most people's, so I...sometimes help her cross the street. Metaphorically. That's what I tried to do when Blaine found us out. And as to why you never noticed anything before, I was single most of the time, and we don't frequent the same clubs. It's really that simple."